I'm still going strong on the whole No Yelling thing. I did slip this morning when I saw George grab my coveted Starbucks Tall Nonfat Latte with two Splenda and proceed to hurl it like a baseball (Roger Clemens style) toward the television. But I realize now that technically, that whole fiasco was my fault. After all, I left the beverage buried three feet back in the corner of the kitchen counter backsplash where, apparently, he could easily acquire it by using a chair to crawl up onto the counter (in thirteen seconds or less). I should have seen that coming.

As a stay-at-home mom, I sometimes finding myself wondering just how the "other half" lives. To this end, I enjoy a bit of Hollywood news now and then, either to stimulate my fantasies or remind me why living in the middle of the Midwest in the winter isn't so bad after all. I've found a great site to provide me with just that sort of entertainment: Celebrity Babies.

I also recently found a book that had me nearly crying with laughter, and I believe that any such book should be immediately shared with as many other mothers as possible: Be Happy or I'll Scream!: My Deranged Quest for the Perfect Husband, Family, and Life by Sheri Lynch is hysterical. Honestly, do you need a better title than that to pique your interest? Check it out.